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biaswreckmepls · 3 months

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Hey

Do you know any fics where Jimin has a seizure?

Thank you very much

Gonna be honest, the fact that you'd want to read something this specific is a little upsetting, but in a 'I hope you're doing okay' sort of way, if that makes sense? I'm not upset at you, i'm upset for you. I know people use fics as a coping mechanism, so I'm not about to yuck anyone's yums, and neither am I a professional who can say what does or doesn't help someone or what it's indicative of, but.

Speaking personally, fics are comforting for me, and these are my comfort blorbos. Maybe this is what does it for you, anyways i'm going to shut up.

TW: Epileptic Jimin

hypochondriac by recover (One-shot, G, 3.1K)

Safe in your arms by notlastnvm (Jihope, One-shot, T, 20K, College AU)

innisfree by CalicoChimmy (Jikook, 13 Chapters, M, 178K, Summer Camp AU)

strawberry salt by hellofroggy (Vmin, One-shot, G, 23K, Coffee Shop AU)

Tremor by justhere (One-shot, T, 3.8K)

aaaaand that's all I could find

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soopertiddies · 2 years

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Anyway, my name is Jennifer. I like kdramas and kpop (Especially Twice and BTS), and Sailor Moon. But more importantly last year I was diagnosed with Chiari malformation and had to undergo brain surgery, and still have migraines, and I have epilepsy (we’re talking about surgical options with my neuro doctor now, unfortunately)... So I would like to be more active on tumblr and have some friends who maybe I have some things in common with.

(I really love Park Jimin).

#twice #bts #epilepsy #actually epileptic #chiari #jimin

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jimimn · 2 years

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Hi~~ I love the photos of jimin's photofolio so much but when you reblog the gifs can you tag them as flashing when they have the flashing bits because I'm epileptic? I'm sorry. I really really love the pictures and have saved every single one though hehe.

omg please don't be sorry! 💖 I have added the word "flashing" in all of my next self reblogs and will be sure to add them in other sets i reblog as well 💖💖

#anonymous #replied

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usermaha · 2 years

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Oh also, the HYYH trio (I Need U, OS:P, Run) barely even touch on Hoseok and Jimin’s backstories.

Hoseok was abandoned by his mother in front of a carousel as a child after she gave him a chocolate bar and told him to close his eyes and count to ten, which is why you see him in a room with carousel parts and filled with Snickers in Fake Love. Now he has Munchausen’s Syndrome (stated on his doctor’s chart in the MAMA short film) and is frequently in a mental hospital.

Jimin was traumatized by an event he witnessed at a flower arboretum when he was 5 or 6 years old to such a degree that he developed PNES (Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures) (this isn’t outright stated to be his diagnosis but it’s the most likely thing I found back when I was doing research for a potential HYYH/0X1=LOVESONG crossover fanfic) where he experiences dissociative seizures when triggered. He actually doesn’t remember the details of what happened until the second Notes novella (I know what it is but I feel like that’s Spoilers so I’ll only share if you ask lol). Because of his seizures, his mother dumps him into a mental hospital to rot—where he tries to drown himself in the time loops.

Actually, Fake Love references motifs for every single character except for maybe Jungkook, because Jungkook is more of an observer witnessing everyone’s motifs in that video—

Seokjin — breaking glass, the smeraldo flower

Namjoon — mirrors/reflections, the boxcar

Taehyung — phones (he calls Namjoon after killing his father, after he’s arrested he call Namjoon but he doesn’t pick up (and subsequently, another one of Namjoon’s motifs is a phonebooth)

Jimin — water

Yoongi — fire & pianos

Hoseok — carousels, Snickers

Which is why Fake Love is considered a BU video!

So Hoseok and Jimin are sort of ‘paired’ the way JK/Yoongi and Seokjin/Taehyun are.

You mentioned ‘carousel’ and my mind immediately went to Spring Day. But that scene is JK’s…

My theory RE: the connection between Hoseok’s scenes in I NEED U/Fake Love was that Snickers were symbolizing the pills he ODs on. Sweetened up, censored for the Fake Love in question

And i connected Seokjin’s Flower, Jimin’s Water and Yoongi’s Fire too, but not the rest! The song is talking about playing a ‘more presentable, more appealing’ character to please others, which connects with characters with such dark pasts. They cant be accepted by society as they are, but the dissonance between the external and internal self is too painful

Wait HYYH/0X1 fanfic??? (superior era in both discographies 😌)

I kinda wanna know the spoiler bc even if i get serious about BTS someday i wont be able to get my hands on the novellas (ill never be a merchandise baby no…) and for others ill add a read more/spoiler warning

#fake love has become a close second title after i need u #i was writing another poem on it 🫢 then stopped #bangtan sonyeondan #ree 💜

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weishenbwi · 2 years

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Jimin: *has tiny hands* Also Jimin: *defies PHYSICS*

#jimin #park jimin #jimin hands #mic drop #박지민 #지민 #bts #bangtan #videos #look at him gooo #tw: flashing images #tw: epileptic content

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armysantiny · 2 years

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It hurts – PJM

Summary: With epilepsy, comes migraines. Intense migraines that leave y/n more or less incapable of getting anything done. It’s not something Jimin isn’t used to, and he’s always prepared to help his girlfriend.

Minnie's notes: This is basically what my life is like lmao

Drabble Series: Epileptic reader Masterlist

Y/n’s day had started out as normal; sat at her desk, fingers typing across her keyboard as she nibbled on the last of her breakfast, a hot chocolate within reach. Making progress on the assignment with little to no interruption, the university undergrad had little to worry about as the Word document in front of her continued to increase in size, research notes from several lectures and self-study making themselves useful. It was a normal day, at least, it was supposed to be.

And then it started.

Hands freezing in place as the first wave of throbbing pain hit her head, y/n’s eyes wavered; vision blurry as she breathed through the pain. It hadn’t been a week since her last debilitating migraine – one that saw her missing two days’ worth of classes – and she had hoped that she’d have enough time to get as much done before she was forced to spend her day in a dark room laid in bed. Pushing through via several deep breaths, y/n typed out the paragraph on screen, hands shaking as she tried to hold herself together and not wake up her sleeping boyfriend – namely Park Jimin, resting his head on her bed a mere arm’s length away from y/n’s chair.

Her efforts were in vain though, as she cried out in pain, head held in her hands. It was just too much to handle. Unaware that she had awoken the now-not sleeping man behind her, y/n resigned herself to laying her head against her desk, the cool wood only barely providing relief until she was able to carry herself to get painkillers.

“Baby?” Gently patting his girlfriend’s shoulder, Jimin chuckled, brushing strands out of her face and handing the tablets and glass of water over. “Another migraine?”

“Mhm…” Humming in confirmation behind the glass, y/n sighed once she’d swallowed the tablets. Tired of being held down by her own medical condition, the building emotion revealed its less-than-pretty face through tears, the sounds of y/n’s whimpers filling the silence. Pouting himself, Jimin crouched until he was eye-level, holding y/n’s cheek as he wiped away tears, pulling her into a hug she definitely needed.

“It hurts… ‘Min it hurts so much…”

“I know baby, I know. I got you, hm?” Whispering gentle nothings as he caressed her aching head, the brunet pulled away to look into her eyes, kissing the space between her brows with smile that screamed how in love he was. “Want me to draw the blackout curtains so you can take a nap?”

“I’d like that…thanks baby.”

“Anytime my love. Rest well.”

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years

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Hello!!

I’m going to start this BTS Dog Hybrid-Series soon and I hope you’ll be interested in it!

It’s gonna be mostly fem! reader fics, I think. (But maybe Jungkooks fic could turn out as gender neutral or for male readers!)

But before you start reading the first fic, you should read the prologue at first to be able to understand this universe and some of the specific names!

The most important Names to understand this Masterlist:

Hybrid: Dog Hybrid Shapeshifter, they’re able to shift their usually human form into a dog.

Vixen: Half-Hybrid. One parent is a hybrid, the other parents is a human. They’re not able to shift their shape, but they’re able to get “Hybrid pups” (fully formed hybrids) together with an other hybrid.

Human: …just a normal human. xD

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Published: 21th January 2020

Last Update: 21th January 2020

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Restaurant owner! Jin x Baker! & short/chubby! Reader

▪Jin: Gordon Setter! Hybrid

▪Reader: English Cocker Spaniel! Hybrid

Genre: Fluff, Smut

[Summary]

Just a year after the reopening of his grandfathers restaurant, Jin can hardly save himself from all the guests and the prebooked reservations. It’s simply an advantage of being a hunting dog hybrid. He can smell two miles against the wind, if the butcher delivered good, quality meat to him or not. And if it’s not good enough for him, he simply goes hunting by himself. How good that he doesn’t have to worry about you and your exquisite brownies and cupcakes that you always deliver him freshly baked to the restaurant every day. Just like him, you have a wonderful sense for good quality and a fantastic taste. Even if the urge to not only eat your sweet cupcakes, but also something else, to eat someone else out is getting bigger and bigger…

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Student! Namjoon x Student! & nerdy/virgin! Reader

▪Namjoon: Tamaskan Dog! + Wolf! Hybrid

▪Reader: Human

Genre: Fluff, Smut

[Summary]

Namjoon has often seen you in the library, but he had never dared to talk to you. Every time he sees you sitting at your regular place in the library, you seem so immersed in your book on the table in front of you that Namjoon didn’t want to be rude and interrupt your reading. He prefers to watch you from his seat in a safe distance and have a smile on his lips when he hears that you have hiccups again. The advantage of being a hybrid and even a half wolf! And then he sees his change to finally get to know you better when you desperately try to grab a book from a shelf you can’t reach. Namjoon is tall, he’s still a half Wolf!

…but he didn’t thought that this might be his fate.

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Soldier! Yoongi x Police officer! & Black/Poc! Reader

▪Yoongi: Belgian Malinois! Hybrid

▪Reader: Rhodesian Ridgeback! Vixen

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

[Summary]

A few years after your high school graduation, on a friday night after your work, you unexpectedly meet your old school-crush Min Yoongi from your grade in the nearby bar. He joined the military after school and had a rapid uprising career as a soldier in a elite unit. And all that in the shortest possible time! After some small talk, a few beers here and a few shots there you get closer to each other than you ever dreamed of. When you stumble into your apartement, kissing each other with hungry lips, you get to know there are so many unspoken things under his cold, quiet and distant facade.

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Dance Therapist! Hoseok x Shy/Tall/Thin/Freckles! Reader

▪Hoseok: Golden Retriever! Hybrid

▪Reader: Dalmatinian! + Greyhound! Hybrid

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst (?)

[Summary]

Like every Tuesday afternoon, you pick your little sister from her weekly dance therapy lesson up. Like every Tuesday afternoon, you will meet the dance therapist of the small dance group, Hoseok. And like always, you will have the feeling that your heart is about to stop beating when he greets you with his bright, sunshine-like smile. Even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself, you’ve had a crush on this young man for already a half of a year or even longer. The person, who’s slowly getting your little sister out of her shell. You fell in love with an absolutely handsome, talkative and extrovert Golden Retriever Hybrid who wouldn’t see anything more in you, except the pretty noticeable appearance of a tall, skinny girl with too many freckles on her face (that couldn’t be called cute or attractive in any way, you think) and never speaks to him.

…right?

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Epilepsy Assistant! Jimin x Epileptic! Reader

▪Jimin: Samojed! Hybrid

▪Reader: Human

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

[Summary]

He finally did it! After three years of living on a subsistence minimum, he still managed to successfully (and with top grades!) complete his training as an epilepsy assistant hybrid and now holding proudly this important certificate and with it his whole future in his hands. Even if his life was so far a single disaster, fate had been even a little bit kind to him, so that he was given with the rare ability to notice epilepsy attacks at an early stage and so being able to save the life of peoples.

…and now, a week later, he can hardly believe his luck that he was hired by one of the city’s wealthiest families as an assistant for their epileptic daughter. But he didn’t know that she’s at the same age with him and that she’s so pretty and lovely too…

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Shepherd! Taehyung x Florist! & Wearer of Glasses! Reader

▪Taehyung: Australian Shepherd! Hybrid

▪Reader: Collie! Vixen

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst (?)

[Summary]

Taehyung has always been the type for a big family with many children. He comes from a family with many relatives and countless cousins. You would have loved it to fulfill his wish to have a family with you already long time ago. But you have bad eyes, terribly bad eyes. And they are getting even worser, the ophthalmologist had to tell you on your last visit that you could go blind soon. You’d love to have a whole house full of kids with Taehyung, but you don’t want to burden your kids with having bad eyesight just like you and then blindness at an early age. You want your children to discover the whole world with all their senses and not be the reason why they couldn’t see all of this with their own eyes. But after another doctor’s appointment, you can bring Taehyung wonderful news…

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Mountain Rescue Service! Jungkook x Skier! & Ginger! Reader

▪Jungkook: Siberian Husky! Hybrid

▪Reader: Finnish Spitz! Vixen

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (?)

[Summary]

Jungkook volunteers on the weekends in the mountain rescue service during the winter, because he loves the snow and the cold as a Siberian Husky Hybrid anyway and because he can see you on this way on weekends too in addition to normal school. You are a passionate skier and in a few weeks the most important competition of freestyle skiing of the season takes place, which is why you spend every free minute on the ski run to Train for it. And even the explicit avalanche danger doesn’t stop you from getting back on your skier without permission of the mountain rescue. Finnish Spitz are just like this, stubborn and with their own will. Of course it happens the way it has to be… how lucky you are, that Jungkook knows you well enough and as a precaution he also went that afternoon to the ski run in the hope you didn’t mess around with mother nature…

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yourdreamscenarios · 5 years

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When you get into an accident while they’re on tour I part one

∙ Request ♡ ∙ Word count: 3,865

∙ Jin

“Alright, one more set. We’re almost there.” Namjoon screamed, his voice trying to reach over the screaming fans in the background. Hoseok looked up as he gulped down the remains inside of his water bottle and Jungkook blew his cheeks in exhaustion as he wiped his face with the towel someone had given him. It was a hot night, ad even the concert hall felt as if a volcano had bursted inside of it. They had tried to get the problem solved during the day, but it had been impossible to cool this place down more than this. Even though the situation wasn’t ideal, they were trying to make the best out of it. Free water for the audience, extra medical care for those who needed it, and of course their refreshing love to keep their fans hydrated. It was the way he liked to think of things, because negativity wasn’t getting them anywhere. They’d almost made it through, and hopefully the next venue would allow them to perform in a better state. “I need a beer after this, with ice.” Yoongi muttered from somewhere behind him, causing him to chuckle slightly and the fan to wobble inside of his hands. They had seen worst days, so no one was complaining. But as the tour was coming to an end, he could see the exhaustion written on his members faces, no matter how hard they were trying to hide it.

A few words were exchanged, some last remarks on improvements. Someone stopped in front of him to retouch his make up, a small brush tickling against his lips. Another crew member came from his left, and he was ready to take whatever he had to give. He opened his hand, thinking he would be able to accept a water bottle. He tried to hide his surprise as the man stepped closer to him and ignored his outstretched hand. He would have liked some water though. “We got a call, something happened with ______________.” The staff member remarked close to his ear, so that there weren’t too many people who could overhear the conversation. His members were sending him curious glances but didn’t interrupt. Seokjin frowned, and looked at the man in front of him. He hadn’t seen him before and he wasn’t sure if he was a part security or something else. He couldn’t make anything out from the uniform he was wearing. He always tried his hardest to remember the names of their crew members, but he seemed to have missed this one. “What do you mean?” He asked, not really knowing what he should make from this.

What did he mean something had happened to you? Was it good or was it bad? He knew you were graduating any moment now, accepting your degree, you’d told him so last night. He’d been so proud of you, and he’d told you that. You had been a giggling mess, telling him all about the graduating party of today. You’d described your dress to him, told him what you were planning to do with your hair and make up and he had been able to imagine it. You would look beautiful and he hated the fact he wasn’t there to protect you from all the stared the other men would give you. But this was your special day and he refused to ruin it with some stupid jealousy. If he guessed right then he would say that you were on the party right now, having a good time with your fiends. “I got a call from a local hospital, they said she had an insult, someone might have poured something into her drink.” The stranger said, and he couldn’t help but blink his eyes in confusion. Somehow he didn’t understand a single thing of what the man said. You weren’t epileptic, if so he would have known. This was ridiculous. “This is not funny, it’s not a good joke.” Seokjin said, anger ringing inside of his voice and catching the attention of others.

His members moved closer, trying to close the circle around him to block out any stares or intruders. They listened carefully, trying to understand what was going on. The man’s cheeks turned bright red as he looked up at Seokjin, his expression rather ashamed. “I’m sorry, but it’s not a joke. They really called me, told me to deliver the massage. They wouldn’t tell me much over the phone, something about professional secrecy. But they told me she wasn’t doing very well, things were taking a bad turn.” After saying that Seokjin stared at him, opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind and closed it once more. He had no idea what to say, he couldn’t form any words. The first thing that came to his mind was who on earth would ever do something like that to you? Why would someone want to hurt you? Putting something in someone’s drink was intentional, it was done with a reason. Even though the man was still right in front of him, he seemed to see right through him.

“Let’s sit.” Hoseok said from behind him, and he felt someone support him in order to sit down on one of the chairs. The crowd was still going wild, but the sound seemed to come from far away, as if they were worlds apart. He stared into the distance, not seeing much until Jimin’s face hovered inside of his view. “Are you okay?” He asked, and the question seemed completely irrelevant at this moment. No, of course he wasn’t. The stranger seemed to be explaining everything to the others, and their faces grow horrified as the seconds passed by. They probably all thought the same thing, who would do such thing? He’d pictured you happy, having a blast, celebrating your last day as a student. Instead you were in the hospital and it might not turn out okay. He felt the urge to jump up from his seat and sprint out of the room, get into a taxi and catch the first flight home. But the crowd was still roaring, seven songs were left to play. Eyes were pointing at him, worried looks were exchanged. The question was ringing inside of the air, was he staying or not? Did he have an option? How could he disappoint his fans now?

He couldn’t just leave before the concert was over, otherwise all of their hard work of today would have been for nothing. “Five minutes.” Someone shouted from the back, and Yoongi glared at them. Five minutes seemed nothing, but if he knew that five minutes might be the only time he had left with you they could mean everything. He blinked his eyes, pushing away the tears which were burning inside of his eyes and looked up at his fiends. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” He said, pushing himself up to stand on his quivering legs. He was sure you’d understand why he couldn’t leave now. There were seven more songs to play, and he had to finish them. As soon as he was done he’d call your parents, as soon as he was done he’d do everything he could to help you. He sighed deeply as he aimed for the stairs, several hands patting his shoulder in compassion. He looked up into the blazing light coming from above the stage and could only hope you weren’t seeing the same lights just now.

∙ Suga

He wasn’t sure what exactly had caused his members to burst into the room with frantic looks all over their faces. It might have been the loud curses which were falling from his lips in a fast pace, or the sound of a chair splintering against the wall. “Yoongi, calm down!” Seokjin roared, while someone else circled their arms around him from behind and held him in an iron grip. He fought those arms, even though he knew they meant well, even though he knew they were only there to protect him from himself and causing even more damage to this hotel room. He didn’t even want to know how much he’d have to pay for the chair and the painting on wall which had crashed down onto the floor. Not that he cared, he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything right now. His mind was racing, thoughts tumbling, but he couldn’t make any sense of them. Anger was prickling across the surface of his skin, but underneath their was a feeling he hated most of all. He felt hopeless, powerless, something he never wished to feel. As soon as his body stilled the man who’d held him captive released him and he watched Jungkook appear from behind him. He should have known it was him, no one else would have been able to restrain him but him.

“What happened?” Jimin muttered softly, almost as if afraid his question might cause everything to start all over again. Yet, Yoongi couldn’t find the energy to put up another fight. Sinking down on top of the bed he brushed his hands across of his face. He felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come. He knew that he would give into them as soon as his friends left, but for now his cheeks would remain dry. As worry took master of him his heartbeat fastened, the rhythm unsteady and loud inside of his chest. He wished he could pull it out of himself, so he didn’t have to feel the pain it caused him. “Talk to us.” Namjoon said, his supportive hand coming to rest on top of his shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze. Removing his hands he looked up at his band mates. Their gazes were resting on him, each and every single one looked confused and concerned. It wasn’t the first time he lost his temper and it surely wouldn’t be the last. But it had been a very long time since it had happened like this. He hadn’t broken any furniture for years.

He knew he would feel better once he’d let it all out, once he’d let himself talk about everything that was bothering him. But on the other hand he didn’t want himself to feel better. There was no escaping from this, there was nothing which would make this less worse than it actually was. “____________’s in the hospital.” He mumbled, and as the words rolling over his tongue they didn’t even taste real. Their meaning didn’t seem to sink through inside of his mind, he couldn’t process them. He could hear gasps, worried whispers, as his friends took in the news. The question was written all over their faces, and it would only be a matter of time before someone would dare to ask him. “Why?” Hoseok finally asked, and everyone seemed to relax visibly as soon as the word was hanging inside of the room. It was what everyone was dying to know and what he was dying to forget. He could feel a lump forming inside of his throat, and it made his voice full of emotion the next time he spoke. He had learning long ago that he shouldn’t be embarrassed to show his feelings in front of his friends, yet it was still hard sometimes. “She got into an accident. She got hit by a motorcycle.” He said, and immediately tried to shut down the images which were trying to flow into his head. He couldn’t think of it, refused to believe it.

He’d still called you this morning, asking you about your day as you had asked about his. He had never thought that being on tour would be something hard for him. He’d always loved his job, he’d always enjoyed visiting new places so he could find more inspiration for his music. He’d never expected to have someone at home who he’d be missing every single day he was gone. But here he was. And the thought that you needed him and he couldn’t come to you made him feel as if he was falling apart on the inside. “Was she driving?” Namjoon asked, thinking the situation through with his logical mind. Yoongi could feel his stomach drop at those words, and the answer must have been visible all over his face. He could feel all the color drain from his skin as he shook his head, a feeling of helplessness taking master of him. “She was walking, he scooped her from the road. Her parents called, they say things aren’t looking good.” Jimin clasped his hands in front of his mouth in shock while Namjoon muttered a soft “Jesus”. Hoseok actually looked at the verge of tears as Jungkook stared at him with wide eyes. Seokjin’s mouth had dropped towards his chest in the mean time and Taehyung seemed glued to the floor in shock.

For a moment no one said anything, They all knew nothing could cover this. Yoongi hadn’t gotten much more information himself, so there was nothing else he could tell them. He only knew your situation was critical and that your parents had sounded defeated on the phone. He’d always known your parents as strong and energetic people, and there hadn’t bee anything of that left. “Are you going to see her?” Taehyung asked, and with that question the mood inside of the room seemed to shift again. He could feel his anger rising again, his hands tingling as they formed fists on top of his thighs. Everybody was holding their breaths, and Jungkook seemed about ready to jump on top of him if he decided to attack another piece of furniture. Yet he remained where he was, trying to keep himself under control. “No, the company told me it was best to finish the tour first, so that it won’t cause any problems.” He spoke through gritted teeth, remembering the phone call he had made earlier.

It had been the first thing he’d done, contacting the company to let them know what was going on, asking them to leave early so he could go to see you. There were only a few more days left, he’d expected it not to be an issue. Apparently it was. To him the worst thing wasn’t that you had gotten hurt, it was that he wouldn’t be able to support you during the time you needed him most. It was killing him to know that you were lying in that hospital bed, waiting for him, and he wouldn’t come. “But that’s four days from now!” Jimin shouted, obviously disgusted by the idea that his friends wasn’t allowed to visit his girlfriend. Yoongi closed his eyes and dropped his body on the unmade bed, his back hitting the mattress. His thought wandered to you while he felt his members sitting down all around him, knowing they weren’t going anywhere. But someone that thought didn’t bring him any happiness, not tonight. Because he knew that thousands of miles away, you were in another bed, all alone.

∙ Jimin

“I’m so excited! I’ve heard they have the best coffee in the entire country.” Yoongi said, sounded cheerful as he waited for his friends at the door. Jimin pulled a face, he wasn’t in the mood for coffee right now. What he needed was a cool drink, something which would make the hot weather feel less hot. His clothes seemed to be sticking to him, heat collecting itself underneath his fringe. He hadn’t expected the weather to be like this, if he had he surely would have packed differently. In his black jeans and his t-shirt he felt as if he was melting and mostly of all he simply wanted to stay inside of the cool hotel room. But the tour was coming to an end, only three more days to go and that meant that they had to enjoy the last few moments they had left. They wanted to go out tonight, some quick sight seeing before catching the early plane tomorrow. “Alright, I’m done.” Hoseok spoke from the bathroom, the sound of a toilet flushing audible through the room. His friend dashed out of the room and walked towards them to empower his words. Now they were all done and they could finally take off.

“Let’s go.” Namjoon said, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. Jimin flinched when he heard his phone blast inside of his pocket, the call taking him by surprise. The others glared at him, not happy because they were held back once more, but he waved them off. “You guys head to the lobby, I’ll be right there.” He assured them, planning on handling this quickly. Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friend but followed the others out of the room. They exciting conversation drifted through the air as they disappeared down the hall. Emerging his phone from his pocket he frowned at the number popping up at his screen. Your mother rarely called him. The one time she had asked for his number was so she could organize a surprise party for your twenty second birthday, but that was the only time she’d ever contacted him. Not knowing exactly how to feel his finger glided across of the screen, accepting the call. “Hello…” He started, holding the phone against his ear. But he was cut off, your mother speaking right through him, panic resounding in her voice. Immediately his own heartbeat fastened, his fingers clinging onto the phone as he snapped his mouth shut and listened to what she had to say.

“_____________’s in the hospital. She was in a hit and run! He was drunk, and he just let her there! He left her all alone! Can you imagine?” The laugh she produced at the end was sarcastic and he could tell she was at the verge of a break down. His fingers started shaking, the walls getting blurry around him as he tried to understand what she just told him. There were a few words which seemed to explode inside of his head. HOSPITAL. HIT AND RUN. DRUNK. ALONE. He stumbled backwards, the back of his calves hitting the bed before he sank down on top of it. It seemed as if he had lost his tongue, he couldn’t produce a single word. Everything inside of his head was one big mess as he thought of all the things he wanted to know. “She’s not doing well Jimin. They’ve been operating for a long time now, I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier but… I don’t know what happened. I just shut down I guess. But my baby girl, god I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” She started crying, and he cried along with her. His eyes filled themselves with tears, hot emotions spilling from them as he brushed his hand through his hair.

He tried not to think of you sitting all alone in your car, hurt and in pain, while the one person who could have helped you drove away from you and left you all by yourself. Anger flared inside of him, taking possession of him, yet it died out just as fast. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry, not when the fright was taking in a much bigger place. “I-I’ll come…I’ll take the first plane…I…” He stumbled, tried to find the right words, but couldn’t seem to get a grip on them. His eyes darted through the room, trying to find his suitcase, knowing that he had to pack and he had to get out of here. He wouldn’t be able to function knowing what had happened to you. The thought of not being by your side through all of this made him want to vomit. His breathing picked up as he stumbled through the room, falling on his knees in front of his still open suitcase. He never fully unpacked, what was the use? They’d have to leave again in a few days anyway? His view was glassy as he began to throw everything he could reach in there, he couldn’t care less about the mess. “No, she would have wanted you to finish.” Your mother told him, causing his movements to still. He opened his mouth to protest, but found himself a loss for words once more.

How could he explain to her that he could impossibly finish the tour? He couldn’t go on knowing what had happened, pretending as if everything was fine. It felt like he was betraying you, and he would never. “She wouldn’t want you to throw this away from her. You know how much she cares Jimin.” Your mother continued, and his mouth became dry. He did know. The two of you had been counting down the days together, talking about all the stories he’d be able to tell you when he got home. No matter how hard it was for you to watch him go, you had always been positive about him being on tour, seeing the world, meeting new people. You always told him to live life to the fullest, to make the most beautiful thing out of every experience. He knew you wouldn’t have wanted him to quiet, not now. But how could he possibly stay here, so far away from where you were while you needed him? “I’ll call you when something happens. It’s only three more days, it’ll be over before you know it. There’s nothing for you to do here, we can’t even enter her room before the doctor gives us permission to do so. You’d only drive yourself mad.” She said, and he knew she was right.

The thought of sitting inside of the hospital, waiting and not knowing anything was enough to know that he would eat himself alive. But being here wasn’t much better. His butt hit the floor as he rested his face inside of his free hand, letting the tears fall. What could he do? It felt as if every single nerve inside of his body was in pain, as if his heart was contracting inside of his chest every time he thought of you. “What If…” He started, but he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t get the words out without choking on them. What if three days was too long? What if it would be too late? He would never forgive himself, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Yet, this time around your mother sounded fierce on the other side of the phone. “She’s the strongest girl that I know, she’ll get through this.” She convinced him and Jimin nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. He knew you were strong, he’d never doubted that. But a human body could only handle as much. Not everyone had a choice, and he was aware of that. What if they would take you from him? What if he would return in three days and you wouldn’t be there? He stared at the half filled suitcase in front of him without seeing anything. If it would mean that much to you he would stay here to make the world happy, while his world was slowly crashing down.

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